It was touch and go for some time.
Would the hatch open? Would little green beings with strange tartan skirts emerge? Would they demand to see William Shatner?
No, I have not received a supply of newly harvested experimental tobacco. I am merely celebrating the safe return of the Mars500 probe from, well, Moscow.
That sentence does make sense. Well, shortly it will.
You see, many might have missed that on June 3 last year, six very hardy souls committed themselves fully to being sent to Mars, without leaving Russian soil.